To beat a one thousand pound animal into backing away from a one hundred pound human being is tragic.

I used to not understand the rescue and why my sister was so involved, I mean I understood the saving horses ideal but not the deeper interaction. I used to ride, english saddle for four years, but that wasn’t the same thing. Those horses weren’t afraid, those horses weren’t beaten and neglected, those horses weren’t starved and deserted, they were just horses. The horses I rode had an owner that fed them, loved them, and taught them that little kids just wanted to learn how to ride them with little force. The horses I visit at J&M Acres Horse Rescue don’t understand what an apple is because they’ve never been handed a treat so sweet and juicy. Now I understand why my sister does it and why she takes it home with her everyday, because it’s no longer a volunteer position, it’s a lifestyle. What these horses have gone through is hard to think about when you see the fear in their eyes and the sadness that can’t be drained through tears. They are broken, they are broken because somebody didn’t love them and they depended on that person. Every human being in this world knows what that feels like, but the person they loved controlled if they got fed or not or how much they were beaten so they didn’t fight back. Humans beat each other man to man, but to beat a one thousand pound animal into backing away from a one hundred pound human being is tragic. Sometimes I wish these horses had fought back and broken somebody’s leg or a couple of ribs… but these horses aren’t monsters, they are just the haunted images of what human beings are capable of. Horses are much the same as dogs, much the same as children. They depend on you, they depend on us, and we let them down. I go to the rescue now by choice, I volunteer to groom them and love them because that is not a chore, that is humane. If you want to help by donating or adopting, please check out their website > http://www.jmacresrescue.com/